Feisty Fireworks

When I was a child, my parents would always have big parties for the May long weekend, which concluded with a fireworks show put on by my dad and his friend on our front lawn.  It has been at least 20 years since we’ve done that, so on the occasion of my dad’s 70th birthday, my siblings and I decided to surprise him at the end of his party.

We totally set the scene.  We very quickly and with ninja-like finesse moved everyone’s cars and set up lawn chairs in the grass. Our set up got stalled for a few minutes when we opened the box of fireworks and had our minds blown by the size of them!  Some of the names had us muttering ‘What are we doing?!’ … quickly followed by ‘This is going to be epic!’

Not a very long fuse on this one!  Hence the name I think!

Not a very long fuse on this one! Hence the name I think!

We brought everyone outside, with them still not knowing what was going on, and had the kids do a little dancing around to trick my dad into thinking this was going to be something different.  We then brought out the buckets filled with sand and two huge firework rolls sticking out of them ready to go.  My brother surprised us all and blasted a soundtrack he had recorded for the event.

We had never lit fireworks ourselves before, but we remember our dad packed them in sand, so we figured it must look something like this.

We had never lit fireworks ourselves before, but we remember our dad packed them in sand, so we figured it must look something like this.

My dad’s jaw was wide with amazement and we very proudly lit the first fuse, me holding the flashlight, and RAN! Oh man, that fuse was sparkling and moving so fast that I panicked, screamed like a little girl and dropped the flashlight – but kept running like the thing was going to blow, all the while unintentionally kicking the flashlight with every step! I’m proud to say that my sister had my kids on Skype, who couldn’t travel with me, and they saw the whole thing. Yep … I’m going to enjoy getting teased for that one!

Needless to say the fireworks went off beautifully and were massively impressive. I came to enjoy the thrill of even lighting the fuse myself!

Needless to say the fireworks went off beautifully and were massively impressive. I came to enjoy the thrill of even lighting the fuse myself!

We ended up drawing a little crowd, so our audience got bigger just in time for the grand finale.  My brother changed the music to a swelling instrumental he had planned for this moment.  He lit the final fuse and BAM! The first flaming ball (as they were described on the packaging) went high in the sky.  BAM! The second flaming ball went in a rainbow arc.  I heard my brother yell, “It’s tilting! It’s tilting!”  BAM! The next one went completely sideways just missing my cousin’s car. BAM! The next one hit the ground and bounced up onto her car. This was not just one firework, this was a grand finale firework tube with 30 flaming balls set to go off inside!

Everyone was hollering and ducking.  My brother ran up and pulled the tube straight only for it to fling itself the other way instead.  In the process he had to hurdle it as he almost ended up with his own flaming you-know-what’s.  Now the fireworks were blasting straight into the bush and bouncing off the street.  My brother then ripped the tube out of the sand bucket and proceeded to try and butt it out on the street like a cigarette.  Luckily he found a puddle and got the thing to go out.  At that very moment everyone burst out with laughter and I really and truly had to lock my legs so I wouldn’t pee my pants!  I haven’t laughed that hard in years!  Oh, and yes … my kids were still on Skype!

Thought you might like to see the aftermath of the Grave Digger. Looks like something made for war!

Thought you might like to see the aftermath of the Grave Digger. Looks like something made for war!

Home fireworks have come a long way since we were kids.  My dad’s face lit up, just like ours used to when he put on the show for us, making this hands-down, the best birthday present.  Of course, the other take-away from this experience is to always pack the dirt down firmly around your fireworks so they don’t go sideways!

 

My Present to You … A Bit of Ron Sexsmith

I can’t think of a better way to wish all of you a Happy Holidays than with a song and some thoughtful words from Ron Sexsmith.

 

 

Merry Christmas, Happy Hannukah, Happy Kwanza, and absolute delight in whatever your winter festivities are!

Kisses,

Emme xoxo

What I Want for the Holidays? @TheArtOfDancing Advent Calendar

I think I’m in love!

 

5th December – ‘Cantina Band’ by John Williams from lewisnluke on Vimeo.

 

Please tell me that they are single.

And as this is after all an Advent Calendar, I don’t think it is too much to ask that somebody tie them up in a bow for me and leave them waiting under the tree for me on the 25th.

Kisses,

Emme xoxo

Taunted by Burnaby Village Museum

Well, you know I’m all about the tease, and a tease is exactly what I got when the cats at Ahimsa Media got us into the Burnaby Village Museum for a photo shoot earlier this month.  I got just enough of a taste for the place to know I wanted to spend a whole lot more time there exploring and possibly writing.  The place screamed of stories, plots, settings, characters … If only the walls or the ghosts that pass through them could talk.

A moment captured by Jeremy Lim on the train at Burnaby Village Museum.

We are getting set for a series of travel adventures, but even if Burnaby Village Museum is just a short jaunt away, I could see Brie and I having a tremendous number of adventures there, and rather than travel through space, we could travel back in time.  I know that the Village Interpretors dress in period clothing to give visitors a first hand taste of BC history, but would they let Brie and I do the same, for a day at least?  I mean could you imagine what a riot that would be and the stories we could soak in from that!?!

That gives me a nice little day dream for now, to distract me from the fact that the Burnaby Village Museum closes for the winter season on January 2, 2011 and I don’t return to town until after that.  Fiddle Sticks!  If you are in town and luckier than me, then this living history museum is open for exploration daily now until January 2nd, 2011 from noon to 8 pm.

Burnaby Carousel shot through the lens of Carol Browne.

As for me, I guess I will have to stick with my imagination until they either open for a special event, like this past year’s Spring Scavenger Hunt in February and March or until they are open for the summer season in May, 2011.  Good thing I have a wonderfully active imagination to tide me over in the in term.

Kisses,

Emme xoxo